Wasted Memories

I saw an old picture of you today,
it made me cry.
It reminded me of a simpler time,
a time of innocence.
I heard your laugh, and saw those faces you'd make,
it made me smile.
The long nights spent on a trampoline,
staring at the stars as if we understood them.
I met my first love there, out on that trampoline.
You introduced us.
You mended my first broken heart on that trampoline.
We even had our first real fight on that trampoline.
But it holds no feelings now, without you,
it's just a trampoline.
Your room i picture most, our first kiss, my second broken heart, our songs both written and sung, our stolen clothes, misspelled names and sacrificial altars, all precious memories made in that room.
Are they lost forever?
I remember camp, and problems shared, warnings of girls i took to heart, volley ball and mountain air.
Times lost to memory.
I remember our trips to the mall, the skatepark after dark, our plans to leave, your truck, and your mom.
She called me her son.
Wasted "i hate you's" on hard nights and perfect "i love you's" when the time was right.
Fights and hugs, slaps and kisses, times spent watching movies just to kill the day.
These are my memories of us.
I saw an old picture of you today.
It made me cry.
The picture was of you and me, arms around each other staring into the sun with the faintest of smiles on our faces, and it was like a metaphor, you know staring into the sun, because we never saw this coming, we thought we'd be forever, and even with those faint smiles i knew we would never be as happy as we were in that moment.
i saw an old picture of you today.
I threw it away.